The unthinkable has happened. It may be time for Scott to graduate from a crib to a "big boy bed."
I've been lucky so far. Claire never tried to climb out of her crib. We switched her to a "big girl bed" when she was about two because Scott came along and needed the crib. Scott has been the kind of kid that you put in his crib and he stays there noiselessly until you decide you want to go get him. No funny business.
Tonight Scott climbed into his crib by himself. That's right, I said INTO. Granted, the crib rail was down, but still. He was all ready for bed so he climbed up and vaulted on in, then laid himself down on his pillow. His only requests were that I turn out the lights and sing to him. Then he told me, "Good night!" and blew me a kiss as I shut the door.
I'm not sure what to think. Mainly I'm worried that this portends further crib-hopping antics, possibly of the escaping variety. I mean, I will really miss the baby jail that gives me so much peace of mind. On the other hand, even if he continues not to try and get out of the crib, maybe it's still time. Maybe he's not a baby anymore. Maybe he's ready for the developmental milestone of a real bed. Maybe I'll have an excuse to redecorate his room!!!